Insatiable (Zombie Survival RP)

[KelevraBD]

All clear, but you should hurry. Herman looked over his surroundings just once more before heading out of Captain Z's and heading southeast down Telegraph Road. There was a small animal hospital just across the street, and he wanted to check for medical supplies before trying to find some more food. One of his coworkers, Sherri, used to tell him about her little corgi and how the animal hospital took care of him. Do you think Sherri made it? She was pretty. You should have asked her out before the Break. Quickly and quietly Herman moved across the street, constantly checking for any signs of life Or would that be signs of death? From there, it was a straight dash down the street to reach Binder Animal Hospital. The street and sidewalk were littered with garbage, some of it bloodstained, so Herman was careful to avoid touching anything but pavement. He reached the Church first, and tucked himself into the collection of trees that separated the church from the animal hospital, to avoid being detected. Good, you made it this far, now comes the hard part.

Herman pushed through the trees careful not to cut or scratch himself on any branches, and mindful of the leaves on the ground. As silent as possible, he pushed left into the hospitals parking lot, still apparently clear of any of those creatures. Herman took a running start towards the large white fence that separated the back lot with the front of the building and leaped up, grabbing onto the fence and pulling himself over. That made alot of noise, you better hope there aren't that many here. Once he was over, Herman took a good look at the hospital itself. It was an "L" shaped building, with the entrance on the shorter end: a set of stairs with a red railing leading to a glass door. Should be easy to get in, and when you're done there's the gas station just across the way, and there are plenty of auto shops around, surely you can scrape enough together to get a car working and get moving. There's food nearby too, remember? Sherri always used to say she'd wait in the Waffle House for the doctors to call about her dog.


The idea of waffles made Herman's mouth water, but he had to keep focused. reaching into his pack with his let hand, he took out his trusty pipe. With his right, he checked the condition of the door. The glass itself wasn't shattered, but the door wasn't locked either. Herman pushed in and checked the building. Still nothing, how much longer can your luck keep up? Herman set about moving through the animal hospital in search of anything useful.

 

[Redlin5_v1legacy]

The sound of the door surprised him. No doubt this fire exit had been unlocked during some emergency gathering in the building and it sounded like it was never used.

"Damn it." he said softly, leaving the door part way open behind him as he entered.

The auditorium stank. There were tables set up around with decomposing food and drinks laying about. What's more there where bodies. Danger. Ted pulled out his flashlight from within his rolled up sleeping bag. Clicking it on, he wandered towards the first corpse. Something had severed the head completely from the torso and flies kicked up, buzzing around his light. He backed off. It was not going to rise but the dead still had a long reach after they stopped moving. One bit of foul blood and it would start with Ted.

He stopped and listened for a good long while. No sounds except a little bit of wind and blowing leaves from the door he had entered.

Time to get to it.

He looked through the mess left behind in the auditorium. No food. This place had no doubt already been scavenged through before the residents fled. The zombies liked to move in great numbers randomly across the area, chasing survivors out of one stronghold and catching them tired and weak in the open. Did they have any intelligence? Ted doubted it, they kind of reminded him of the cattle back home. Once enough started moving, they all started moving.

The only thing he found of use was a rather large backpack. Must have been worn by a huge Basketball player or something. Dumping out the contents of the bag, he found another iPod and a charger to go with it. Adjusting the straps of the backpack, he put his rolled up sleeping bag inside and placed the iPods in a side pocket. The matches he kept in his pants. He wouldn't lose those if he lost the bag. Pleased with his new bag, he wandered on. It was good that he didn't have to drop his sleeping bag in order to wield his axe.

Walking into the cafeteria, he looked at the devastation of the kitchens. Drawers were pulled out, silverware was everywhere, the fridges were overturned. Once inhabited, now empty. He went among the mess, trying not to step on the forks and spoons lying everywhere and made it to the sink.

Oh please, work.

He twisted the knob slowly.

 

[TheBlueShotgun0]

Jake scanned the room with both eyes and gun, the suppressor on the end of the barrel looking almost obtrusive. Patches of dried blood were scattered about, but there were no bodies to be seen. Hope they're not still hangin' around. Jake thought as he took a few paces forward, tan camouflage looking almost grey in the dim light. He listened for any threats that might be lurking out of sight. He could heard scuffling from the next floor up, though it could have just been a rat. Or one of the bodies that shed that blood. Jake thought with a shiver. He took a deep breath and shook his head. No. Getting worried is only gonna get me killed. Stay calm, stay cool.

Jake walked behind the reception desk and searched for a map. The one he found was old, it was wrinkled and was starting to turn yellow. But it was all Jake had to go on. He looked for the nearest stairwell and found it to be down an adjacent hall. He stuffed the map into his pack and opened the door that allegedly lead to the stairs.

 

[Link_to_Future]

The first thing that hit him was the stench.

Alex winced as the stagnant air rushed into his face in an effort to escape the abandoned shop. A sickly sweet scent wafted along with it, stinging Alex's eyes and nose. He felt his stomach convulse instinctively and for a mere fraction of a second he fought to keep yesterday's lunch from joining the festivities. His head shook and he leaned against the frame of the door for a few moments; he just needed the time to adjust to a shock that, in retrospect, shouldn't have been all that shocking. The smell emitted from the poorly ventilated store was one that was growing frustratingly common in this bold new world: decay.

This gave Alex a moment of pause. He wasn't able to identify if the odor stomping on his nose came from the rotting of flesh or if it was simply the scent of neglected perishables. Either way, it didn't bode well for whatever could be left inside the building. Still, he was this far. He needed to at least take a cursory look.

Crouching as low to the ground as he possibly could, Alex moved silently into the deserted service station. His footsteps were chosen carefully to avoid stepping on any piece of garbage that would cause too much of a racket. In his own overactive mind, even the slightest sound could be enough to wake the dead or, perhaps more frighteningly, the living.

His silence was broken by an audible gasp when he laid eyes on the dried blood.

It was everywhere in the room. A splatter or two over the shelves. Deep stains on the linoleum floor. His eyes darted around the store, desperately searching in vain for a body.

But there was no body to be seen.

No...no...not again.

Blood but no body was a bad sign. Perhaps a small altercation over supplies had happened here during the waning days. Perhaps everyone just walked away mostly unscathed. Perhaps there weren't Shufflers sitting just out of sight, resting until their next meal unsuspectingly waltzed into their domain.

But in all of his travels, Alex had learned never to linger where there was blood but no bodies. It was just another of his unspoken rules of survival in this forsaken wasteland.

Alex stood tall and canvased the shelves of the store thoroughly. His entire body was coiled like a spring, ready to pounce out the door at the slightest provocation or to swing the steel bar in his hand at any unexpected suitors. He knew that if there was nothing to be found without further inspection then it wasn't worth the risk. There had to be other prospective shopping sprees in town that would be safer than in a place with blood but no body.

 

[njrk97]

It appeared that the girl was already well stocked up and when she offered him a bottle he took it politely shortly afterwards the duo set off under the shroud of night. It appeared that their where more than just the 2 of them as survivors, but the one they had met one along the way but he hadn?t been surviving for long. Ryker still hadn?t gotten the image out of his head when they arrived at his old home. The house was well built, 1 story brick, the windows are barred up. His parents never told him why but it was home and he had missed it.

The door creaked slightly as they walked through the entrance into the lounge room, the place was exactly how it had been when he left a year ago. He checked the kitchen and it had appeared that his undead parents had left through the open back door which he shut and locked up. He checked the lights as he waked back to where Evelyn.

?all windows are barred up so none of the zombie can get in?

He down into the basement and activated the generator for the house. The generator sound was muffled by it being underground so the sound didn?t lure any zombies. Within a few seconds the lights in the house flicked back on. He grabbed some pillow and some blankets and placed them on the floor

?you should get some rest I?ll keep watch? he said sitting down on a nearby couch?

 

[Redlin5_v1legacy]

"Oh my god." said Ted reverently as water trickled out for a split second before he instantly turned the knob off. He fumbled for his canteens, pulling them off in a hurry and setting beside the sink. He closed his eyes and licked the little bit of water that had trickled onto his left palm.

Water. There is still a god. I found water!

Putting a canteen under the tap, he turned on the water to a very slow stream, careful not to miss any. In the end the faucet started to shudder violently and no more water came up. His canteen was only a third of the way full but this was significantly more water than he had found in a long while.

That was just whatever was left in the system I guess...

He sniffed the inside of his canteen. It smelled like nothing but the stainless steel body. He involuntarily put it to his lips, only catching himself just in time to stop it from vanishing down his scratchy throat. Ration this. Ration this well. He took a small sip, his reward for now.

"Today is better than the day I found those unopened water bottles, in that van." he said quietly to the darkness around him. The flashlight lay on the counter, facing the kitchen door. He was entirely alone yet he was compelled to say... something...

I remember...

"No. Stop it. You said you wouldn't talk to me anymore. Tammi. Find Tammi. Get home."

But it's a fools errand.

"Better than dying without a reason."

He looked around for anything else he might use. He found a stack of folded, clean, dishcloths. He stashed all but one into his new backpack. The last rag he had used to cover his face while fighting had gotten so soiled he knew he would get the sickness if he continued to wrap it on his face. These could work. He wrapped the partially filled canteen around his neck. The sound of water sloshing inside sounded beautiful to his ears. He wanted more. The school was large. More taps in washrooms and staff rooms. Maybe they'd have water left in their pipes too... It was worth it to find out. Stepping around the broken glass and fallen silverware, he made it back out into the auditorium.

I found water!

Nothing had changed although the door he had used swung open a little and some trash blew in. Holding the flashlight with one hand and the axe with the other, he turned into a hallway. It was empty but there had definitely been some walkers here in the past. The blood on the lockers and on the floor stained the tiles a royal crimson. The bodies, presumably, had been disposed of. He came to a fire exit and saw a map of the school. Ripping it off, he tried to discern the location of the staff lounge. It wasn't labeled very well, just using room numbers. Making his best guess based off of the shape of one larger room, he plotted a path and kept the map in his bunnyhood's pocket.

Alert. Calm. Find more water. Maybe food. Find shelter. Sleep.

The features of the areas he moved through were never the same but his plan of attack on the day was constant. He knew he had been very lucky to be alone so far. If anyone or anything was here, it wouldn't find Ted unprepared.

"God I miss it when this shit was fiction."

 

[njrk97]

It appeared that the girl was already well stocked up and when she offered him a bottle he took it politely shortly afterwards the duo set off under the shroud of night. It appeared that their where more than just the 2 of them as survivors, but the one they had met one along the way but he hadn?t been surviving for long. Ryker still hadn?t gotten the image out of his head when they arrived at his old home. The house was well built, 1 story brick, the windows are barred up. His parents never told him why but it was home and he had missed it.

The door creaked slightly as they walked through the entrance into the lounge room, the place was exactly how it had been when he left a year ago. He checked the kitchen and it had appeared that his undead parents had left through the open back door which he shut and locked up. He checked the lights as he waked back to where Evelyn.

?all windows are barred up so none of the zombie can get in?

He down into the basement and activated the generator for the house. The generator sound was muffled by it being underground so the sound didn?t lure any zombies. Within a few seconds the lights in the house flicked back on. He grabbed some pillows and some blankets and placed them on the floor

?you should get some rest I?ll keep watch? he said sitting down on a nearby couch

 

[Kuroneko Aisha]

Evelyn had been shaken pretty bad by the attack that happened nearby, but she mustered just enough of herself to be able to follow her new companion to his house. Like he had said, it really was going to be easily fortified, but she knew that it would take a lot more than barred windows to keep the zombies out of the home. As she was appraising the strength of one of the doors (ie: kicking it a little}, she heard Ryker telling her that she could get some rest. Shaking her head, she said. "It's still pretty early, so I'm going to explore the house a little bit. If you don't mind of course." It was his house of course, so she felt it was polite to ask for his permission before rummaging around his house. She also wanted to see if there were any emergency exits that they could use, just in case things got bad.

 

[Sehnsucht Engel]

She sighed loudly when she saw that there was nothing here. The cars were wrecked, and even if she checked out the garages she doubted she'd have much better luck. Dana turned off her music and removed the headphones from her ears. Well, even if she had come this way for what appeared to be nothing, she might as well check out the rest of the area.

If she had bothered to learn how to repair a car, then she wouldn't have been in this situation to begin with. It was the main problem she had these days, a lot of the things she had been able to do before was because of money, but money didn't matter to anyone now. She could have bought a new lorry before the outbreak. Hell, if she had known this would have happened she would have paid extra for some modifications.

Dana hurried across the track towards the garages and began searching them for a working car.

 

[KelevraBD]

Herman made his way past reception and down into a narrow hallway of veterinary offices. The lights were all out, probably for some time, and blood smeared the walls. Not a good sign, find what you need and go. There are more valuable supplies to be had elsewhere. After some careful deliberation, Herman picked the office he felt the most comfortable with and pushed the door open, leaving it open as he'd grown accustomed to doing. Running from those things is hard enough, but the last thing you need is a closed door blocking your way out. The office was empty, so Herman felt comfortable setting up his new found glass alarm along the door's frame. Once that was done he got a good look around. The office was small, as one might expect. There were cabinets on three of the four walls, a desk and chair in the corner, and a table for the pets to lay on in the center of the room.

Herman set about looking through the cabinets and quickly realized almost all of them had been looted already. Can't hurt to keep looking. Maybe they left something for you. Herman frantically opened and closed the cabinets along each wall, checking the drawers underneath as well until he found one that wasn't empty. Inside there were some bandages, clean and untouched. Bingo! Herman scooped the bandages into his pack and turned on his heels to exit when he heard something that made his heart skip a beat: cracking glass. Without hesitation Herman ducked behind the table in the center of the room, bracing himself on the side facing away from the door. Whatever tripped the alarm won't be able to see you, get the pipe.

Reaching into his pack, Herman withdrew the pipe he'd kept to defend himself and took one quick peek over the table. A dark, drooling figure stared blankly back at him and let out a quiet groan. Oh good, so it's just one of them. COuld be worse, it could have been a living person.

 

[SkyeNeko]

On the radio, you'll hear November Rain: that solo's awful long, but it's a pretty song. You listen to it twice, 'cause the DJ is asle-ep
Naomi hummed to herself as she walked cautiously along the sidewalk. It was hard to sing a nice song to keep the spirits up when you had to listen to everything, and try not to attract any attention yourself. Humming kept her calm, and you needed to be calm to survive.

Most of the houses on this street were open. Inside a few, it looked like there were still zombies. It's dangerous... there's not a lot of space in there... She cautiously took out one of her ice tools, locking the blade up. She had to try, right? She needed all the supplies she could get. I need to check all of these places for water. I need to stay hydrated. I'll find something useful. The shopping center was probably already looted, more likely than a row of houses.

She decided to go into a house that had been partially boarded up. It looked like there was a walker trapped inside, but that was good. It meant no one else had, most likely, been inside yet. She could handle one walker. Naomi went around to the back of the house, stopping for a second to fill her soap bottle with stagnant pool water. The back was boarded up too, but the only the screen was closed, like whoever was inside decided to air out the place. She pried the boards off the door with the tool, taking a break every once in a while to reassess her surroundings and make sure she didn't overexert herself. After a few minutes of work and rest, the door was unbarred. She cut the screen, reaching inside to unlock it, and then silently creeping inside. The walker was standing at the front door, probably ruining it's brain trying to find a way to unlock it. Quietly, slowly, carefully, Naomi crept up, looking into the hallways and rooms on the way to make sure she wouldn't be blindsided. It turned at the last minute, but she was already there. The ice pick buried itself in his forehead with a squish-y sound, groaning only briefly before she drew it back and hit him again. It collapsed with a dull thud against the door. A few more hits made sure he wouldn't get up and disturb her. She took a nearby vase and put it on the body. If it got up, she'd come back and hit it a few more times, no biggie.

Now to properly examine the house... it was silent, but that didn't mean anything. "Hello? Is there anyone else here?" Stupid, yeah, but any remaining zombies in the house would come running out when they heard her. ... ... ... ... This is how it works, you're young until you're not, you love until you can't, you try until you can't, you laugh until you cry, you cry until you laugh... She started humming again anxiously, her ice tool out in front of her. Silence, save her nervous humming. Right, I can do this.

She started in the kitchen, rooting through the rotting contents of the fridge and the sparse cabinets. He probably stayed here for a while, holed up... not much left for me Alright, if I barricaded myself in a house, where would I keep my supplies... The basement? Sounded logical. She ran into the bathroom, the garage, and a bedroom before she found the basement. It smelled damp and rotted, but not in the zombie way. In the wet wood way. It was nice, almost like petrichor, and it was a nice change from the smell of blood.

 

[NeoAC]

With not a single functioning vehicle in sight, she pressed onward on foot, the current leading mode of transportation in the US. There was an RV sales lot approaching on her right, an auto parts store further down the road with an auto sales lot right across, it was easy to believe someone with the right knowledge and skills could make at least one vehicle function right.

As she walked along the the road, Ashlyn stared at the forest on the right, obscuring the Jefferson Barracks off by the river Man, if I could get me one a them tanks or something, then I'd be kicking some zombie ass out here...ah hell, the army probably scooped 'em all anyway. Shoot. She pressed on.

After another minute or so, passing by the abandoned Waffle House, she saw the RV lot up ahead, and it still had some stock up there. Shoot! RV might be just as good as a tank out here! She hurried up ahead, running similarly to the little army dude from the few drunken instances she played Call of Duty at a party. There were a fair amount of vans still scattered in the front, but Ashlyn had no interest in them. If she was going to be jacking an RV, she wanted one of the big boys.

Dashing out back, she found one, and it was a beauty. If one of the salesmen were still around and still interested in selling instead of accepting a direct payment of brains, he'd be trying to hook the young girl on the Triple E GT24 but it wouldn't be necessary. She was having that RV. "Right on! OK, gotta be some keys or something inside that building there," she reasoned as she looked towards the office/garage. Momentarily distracted from her newfound love, she readied her rifle and moved towards the building.

 

[warrcry13]

Darek stopped the moment he saw the SUV wedged into the front wall of the house. He slipped his crowbar out of his pack, and made sure his pistol was easy to pull out. A SUV in the wall of a residential building always meant trouble. Heavy bludgeon in hand he started to scout the area. Though he stayed away from the house with the broken wall. "Best not tempt fate." He mumbled to himself as he walked past. He checked the area around a cluster of six buildings.

"Great this entire area is out in the open. No concealment at all. Gotta make this quick."

He walked up to the first and turned the knob slowly so as not to make noise; it was locked. He decided there was no reason trying to pry the door open, and make a bunch of noise in the process. Cursing his luck he went on to the next house. He hurried across the street, and approached the front door of the next house. The door was open; immediately put on the defensive. He hunched over, bent his knees and took a wider stance. He crept in through the door, and hugged the walls. HE wasn't hearing any noise which was always a good sign. He found his way to the kitchen. He looked in and was immediately reminded of his first encounter with the undead. There was a huge bloodstain all over the floor. The cabinets had what looked to be arterial spray on them.

"Definitely not a good sign."

He decided to make this fast didn't wanna waste too much time and there was no telling how many deadheads were in this house. So instead of being cautious and clearing the rest of the building he went to searching the kitchen. The cabinets were all empty except for dishes. He walked over to the pantry; most of it was already gone. He did find a can of re fried beans and a couple of potatoes in the bottom of the pantry. Deciding to push his luck he thought he would hit the bathroom next maybe he could find some medicine or a first aid kit. This was already a better haul than he expected.


He had made his way to the bathroom, and not a single deadhead to be seen. He slowly pushed the bathroom door open, and that is where his luck ran out. It was just standing in the middle of the bathroom looking at the shower. IT hadn't noticed him yet so he decided to capitalize on the things oblivious nature. He took three fast steps and threw a stiff leg kick that caught the deadhead on the ass, and pitched onto it's face. On the way down the thing cracked its head on the edge of the tub, but it wasn't dead yet. Darek walked up and slammed his crowbar into the back of the things head twice before it stopped moving; he added one last swing just to make sure. Wondering what the deadhead was looking at he pulled back the shower curtain. There was a body of a young boy in the shower, at least he thought it was a boy. "Better safe than sorry" he said. He pulled out his knife and stabbed it into the corpses brain. He then started to loot the bathroom. He was lucky enough to find a bottle of rubbing alcohol, and a fairly large bottle of tincture of iodine.

After having checked the rest of the houses which were all either stuck or locked, and one of which was neither but when he opened the door the door hit something, and it starting growling at him. He decided it was time to move on. While he was coming in town he spotted what looked like it might be a school, or a large civic center or something. "Definitely a school" he said to himself as he got closer. The deadheads were more prevalent closer to the school. So instead of going in through the front he went to a side door. The side door was unlocked. He entered what looked to be a classroom of some sort. He blocked the door behind him with a large filing cabinet, and started to explore the school.

 

[Redlin5_v1legacy]

There had definitely been serious survivor activity in the school at one point, Ted decided. He had shuffled through a few of the classrooms and saw sleeping gear tosses about as if the residents had left in a hurry. He compared some of the warmer looking ones with his current sleeping bag but deemed them inferior.

Going to need all the warmth I can get in the coming months.

There had been a walker, not unexpected. He heard it well in advance around a corner of in the hallways. Safely covering his mouth with a dishcloth wrapped around his face, he managed to catch it from behind with the axe. It had been a cleaner kill, not so rotting. This worried him. The fresher the zombie, the sooner it had turned. A straggler who had bad luck? Or were there more fresh zombies around, forming a new horde... He tried to follow the map as best he could but the feeling of the school's walls closing in on him never really went away. There were fire exits everywhere, to be sure, but he didn't know if there would be emergency power for the alarms... If there was and he bolted out of a triggered door... Well, every zombie in the town would be there soon enough.

"I hated Highschool." muttered Ted, shining the lights over room numbers. He came upon some washrooms but the insides of those rooms stank so much he didn't want to investigate further. Definitely survivor activity there! The water there had probably already been used.

He heard a nose. No moaning, just a brief dull *thunk* sound. The wind brushing a tree against the wall? Assumptions like that could get you killed... Forging on, he came upon the room he was looking for. 491, Staff Lounge. He entered carefully. Definitely signs of survivors here. The refrigerators had been pulled down their sides, rotten food lying there all in a heap. He went over to the tap. Nothing. Perhaps he had just struck gold in the kitchen. Flashing the light around the dark staff room, he started getting a little nervous. Another *thunk* hit entirely too close for comfort. Ted froze. Nothing but silence.

Linger too long and you'll be stuck in school forever, Ted.

"A new plan. Come on. Where can't walkers get you?" he whispered.

Roof access. Most schools had a roof access somewhere in it. Whipping out the map yielded no answers. He went into a small office, aside the staff room. A map.... a map...

*THUNK*

Screw the map. Ted turned, stepping back into the staff room quickly. He heard the moaning. Turning off the light, he jumped behind an overturned couch. He would be out of the line of sight of anything looking through the open door to the room. He heard a second, differently pitched gasping shriek. Two walkers. One could be dealt with, a second might get you while your weapon was stuck.

If only I still had a good knife...

Peeking around the side of the couch for but an instant, he could see the two of them in the dark, just standing by the door.

Trapped...

He looked behind him. There were nice, big glass panels there. He could smash through and try to escape. That would bring more on him but at least he would be in the open... He waited to see if they would wander off.

 

[njrk97]

The Girl asked if she could look around Ryker shrugged and spoke

?If you want you can explore around, oh and we don?t need to really barricade for you see the glass is, well, umm ill just show you? Ryker stood up and walked to the nearest window he swung his foot back. His foot struck the Glass and it wobbled slightly, there was no cracks or dents and he stood back to admire.

?4 inch bullet proof flexi Glass, I doubt any zombie will get in but as a precaution?. Ryker pushed the couch he was sitting in front of the door and wiped his hands. Tell me if you find anything of interest.
Ryker sat down on the floor and pulled out his crossbow checking the parts and making sure everything was in place, this would occupy him for a few minutes as the girl explored around the house.

 

[Kuroneko Aisha]

Evelyn was a little bit curious as to how the house had become so well fortified, but she figured that it was best to simply leave it for now. Smiling, she said. "Thanks, I'll look around and see if I can find anything that can help us out." After saying this, she began her search of the house. It was definitely well fortified, and she couldn't help but wonder why he would have left such a place at all. She hadn't checked the kitchen just yet so she didn't know how they were on food, but she did know that this place was much safer than the park.

Going over to the bedroom, she could see that the windows were secured here as well. If nothing else, they were ready for this. She didn't know about his parents, so she figured that it was his house, and he had lived here for a while. Sitting down on the bed, she looked out the window and frowned. So much had happened since the initial outbreak, and she wished that it could all just come to an end. What was the military doing right now? She had seen so many commercials about the military being the 'best', so why didn't they stop the zombies? Shaking her head, she sighed and fell back onto the bed with a pomf.

Now looking up at the ceiling, she went through all of the things that she would have to do to secure her place here. Becoming friends with the other guy was a priority of course, but as of yet she didn't even know his name. She had asked previously, but he had remained silent about it. Was it something embarrassing? She could imagine that being the case, since there were plenty of embarrassing names out there. Shrugging her shoulders a little bit, she relaxed a few more minutes before getting off the bed and walking back into the lounge area. Looking to her partner, she asked. "How are we on food and stuff? Oh, and your crossbow arrows wouldn't happen to work with a bow, would they? Mine are all rubber and useless."

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

[HEADING=3]Jake[/HEADING]
The man entered a windowless stairwell, and it was dark as a moonless night within. Venturing onward without a source of light was an errand for the very foolish or the very brave. A combination of the two would also be acceptable, though having a light couldn't hurt one's chances of surviving.

[HEADING=3]Alex[/HEADING]
It wouldn't have been noticed without a second glance with all the trash that laid before the closed door, but there was light coming from the small gap between it and the scuffed floor. There was a sound of something hitting the floor shortly before shadows were seen dancing across the bit of light beneath the door. Any sound or sign of movement vanished as swiftly as it appeared and the store was still once more.

[HEADING=3]Yasei[/HEADING]
Three of the for garages had cars, though it seemed that two of then were nowhere near operational. A red, crudely painted, rusty '73 Mustang was in the second of the four garages with its engine dangling above the open hood on a large chain. The third housed a reinforced frame of an old Volkswagen beetle, along with boxes of what one could only assume was the rest of the vehicle. The forth, however, was home to a dented, dirt-brown station wagon that was almost covered in steel playing, splashed with grey paint, and had "The Tenderizer" written with rough brushstrokes on its sides in crimson paint. The grill had been removed and had a heavy steel plate resting in its stead. The large piece of metal had two angled sides that met in the middle to create a rather broad point and was covered in thick, pointed metal studs. While it looked intact, that hardly meant it was completely functional, if at all.

[HEADING=3]Naomi[/HEADING]
The basement would've been pitch black were it not for the the small windows on the upper walls. It was a very soft lighting, but most certainly better than no light at all. The smell of wood rot grew stronger the further she descended, and she quickly discovered the source if the smell. The basement was a workshop of sorts, its purpose made evident by the various power tools and lumber lying around. The real eye-catcher, however, was not the bright pink, hand-carved rocking chair that was turned on its side in the center of the room, but the corpse that hung by its neck on an extension cord right above it. Behind the man's hanging body, against the far wall, was an even more gruesome sight. A woman's corpse was lying on a table saw with her legs dangling over the edge and the circular blade that split through the mangled remains of her head. Blood was spared and sprayed all over the wall against the large tool and even the ceiling above. Resting at the feet of the table saw was another body, the body of a child. A little girl from the looks of it, with the head of a hammer lodged deep in her skull. The bodies weren't fresh, but they couldn't have been more than a couple months old. Another look at the makeshift noose would show that the pipe it was tied to broke loose and soaked nearly every inch of the floor along with the lumber and sawdust that was on it. Any traces of the scent of the corpses' decay was heavily masked by the rotting wood that was still damp in that humid room.

Beneath the stairs, Naomi would find two unopened half-liter bottles of water still in the packaging the original twenty-four were sold in. Beside them stood a box of granola bars with one lone packet. It seemed the family was on their last legs when something went terribly wrong. There was a very thin silver lining in the dark cloud of her discovery, though even that was crudely wrought with impurities. If they had survived just even a day longer, there would've been nothing for Naomi to find.

[HEADING=3]Ashlyn[/HEADING]
Many of the storefront windows were smashed in, and that was only the beginning of the chaotic state of the leasing offices. Chairs, tables, paperwork, and various brochure racks were strewn rather unceremoniously about the entire room. A large rack of keys was among them, lying face-down in the corner.

[HEADING=3]Darek[/HEADING]
The school wing was quiet and dank, the lighting barely allowed him to see the end of it where it opened up to the main hall. There were classrooms that had been boarded up with large pieces of plywood, and each had a big red "X" spray-painted across it. Clearly, whomever marked them didn't want anyone else going in there for reasons that were fairly obvious. From the silent halls, a faint noise echoed through - the clacking of a heavy door closing - shortly before growing quiet again.

[HEADING=3]Ted[/HEADING]
Fortunately for the seemingly cornered man, he was allowed to breathe easily, at least for the moment, as the sounds of a door choosing resonated through the halls. The two undead by the doorway slowly craned their necks as their ears picked up the noise and they turned out of the lounge to investigate its source, shuffling side-by-side. The scuffling of their shoes and their low growls became faint and distant, relieving for the man who hid behind the couch, but likely not for whomever was moving about.

 

[KelevraBD]

Herman had been crouched behind the table, trying to calm himself down and remember how to deal with the monster edging closer to him. "One good shot in the head, aim for the head Herman. Get up! Get UP!He leaped to his feet and swung out wildly at the creature, cracking the pipe hard against its jaw. It stumbled to the right, but kept moving. Panicking, Herman placed the pipe horizontally so that the creature's mouth would wrap around it as it got closer. Herman let the monster bite down on the metal pipe. With it's jaw all but shattered, Herman wasn't worried about losing his weapon. He leaned back and placed his foot firmly on the monsters chest, allowing himself to fall backwards and send the dead man over his own body with a loud *CRASH*.You're a dead man Herman, get up! GET UP!

Herman rolled on his side, his back aching. Quickly, he pushed himself up to his feet and dashed over to the fallen corpse, which was writhing around like a turtle on it's back. Herman lined up a good shot and struck, this time knocking bits of skull loose as the corpse fell, finally lifeless. Breath. Just Breath. Herman winced as he tried to calm himself back down, and grabbed at his side in pain. Nothing serious, probably just a bruise, you'll be fine. He placed his free hand on the table to steady himself when he felt something under his fingers. For a second he thought it might be one of them, so he drew his hand back instinctively. Looking over, Herman saw that it wasn't a monster, but rather a stitching kit. That might come in handy. Herman scooped the kit into his pack and quickly made his way out of the pet hospital, stepping cautiously over the glass trap he'd set. Leave it. Not enough time, especially with all that noise you just made. Time to go find a ride.

Herman made his way down the street slowly, carefully, compensating for his fresh bruises. He would try the Waffle House first, then circle back around for any spare parts he might need to either get a ride running, or to keep it in good shape later down the road. All these auto shops, its almost too good to be true. Herman passed a collection of auto shops on his way to the Waffle House when he noticed something in the distance. It looked like a lot of some kind. Might be worth checking out. Even if it means holding off on those waffles for a few more minutes. and so Herman quietly made his way towards the lot.

 

[Redlin5_v1legacy]

They left. They left! Something had obviously attracted their attention. Ted lay silent and still for many long heartbeats after he last heard the moaning. Maybe they had been distracted by a survivor. Maybe they had smelled the corpse of the walker he had dispatched earlier. For whatever reason, they were gone.

Shakily rising, Ted returned to the office. Turning on his flashlight, he set it on a filing cabinet behind him and started sifting through papers. Memos and other pre-crash trash. Then he found it. It was buried underneath all sorts of garbage but there they were.

"Lovejoy High School... Thought I was in Brooklyn. Well..." Ted murmured, poring over the map. His experience with blueprints through his old work gave him the ability to read almost any kind of building plan without any difficulty.

"Roof access... Right near the main administration office. At the front of the school... Where the zombies were headed..."

He took a moment to memorize the spot before moving on with his train of thought.

I don't want to fight the walkers if I can help it. I think this place has been pretty thoroughly lived in and that certainly means that there won't be much to scavenge from. I...

There was a shot. Ted stuffed the blueprints into his bunnyhug pocket and swung his axe over his shoulder as he grabbed his flashlight. A shot changed everything. A shot meant a local. A shot meant a surviver. A shot meant better odds.

Or it could mean another Troy.

"Troy was crazy... He talked to himself." said Ted as he started to walk calmly towards where the distinctive sound had originated. It could mean more walkers would converge on the area but that meant more would be coming within proximity of Ted anyway. It made sense to buddy up. Besides, he had a map. That was worth something.

You should have left the building the second you found the water. Nothing else in this heap was ever going to be worth the risk

"I thought there would be more water, oka-" he said before he noticed he was at it again. It was never his voice in his head talking to him, always someone he had known during the peace of before.

I'm not crazy. I'm not crazy.

He turned a corner and heard the crack of a skull and muffled moaning. It sounded like a door was being repeatedly slammed. He pressed his back along some lockers. Wait until it is safe before calling out...

"H-hello?" his voice was hoarse as he tried shouting when everything had become quiet.

 

[njrk97]

Im sorry guys but i not really engaged in this. I just don't feel that its fun for me so im leaving i may return with a different character but most likely not, i am still on the escapist though so feel free to contact me.

Kuroneko Aisha i was planning to have Ryker say that their may be spare arrows in the basement near the archery tools that his father kept, so feel free to get those and to also god mod my character leaving you,or being overwhelmed by infected or something do whatever you want with him.